That which achieves its effect by accident is not art.
Full of men, vacant of friends.
Friendship always benefits; love sometimes injures.
Conversation has a kind of charm about it, an insuating and insidious something that elicits secrets from us just like love or liquor.
Real improvement is of slow growth only.
Reason wishes that the judgement it gives be just; anger wishes that the judgement it has given seem to be just.